I’m not quite sure why, but Spring has taken its sweet time getting here.Last week was filled with rainstorms and colder weather. This week looks a bit more promising, but as unstable as the weather has been thus far this year, how it is remains to be seen.
One of the reasons I’ve been looking forward to Spring is working in the garden with my mom. Granted, for the most part, I’m one of those people who is allergic to nature. But this year has been a little different. I’ll soon be moving out of state, for one. Taking advantage of the time I’ll have with family has become a lot more important than it used to be. Also, I never realized how much planting something and helping it grow makes me appreciate the time I spend doing it. In other words, when I’ve been helping plant the roses and zinnias we’ve bought this year, I never finished with the planting/feeding/watering/weeding processes and felt like I’d wasted my time. Now, doing dishes? Folding laundry? Brushing the cat? These are all chores that when I finish, I can’t help but feel that I’ve lost 20 minutes of my life that I will never get back. But recently, working outside has been a sort of refuge. It’s surprised me, since nature and I haven’t gotten along since the poison oak incident of ’93. But it is a pleasant surprise.
So, I need to ask my two readers: what kind of chore/activity/place gives you that sense of peace and solitude? And how did you find it? Was it a surprise? Or has it always just been that way for you?